POETRY

By THOMAS HIGGINS

1.

Is your coffee cold?

We’ll pack tents after morning

and go with the sun.

 

2.

Just beyond the fence

peonies swell in the breeze,

a slow flowering.

 

3.

Watch the sun setting,

gentle the final landing

on earth silently.

 

4.

The dusk grown so great

all darkness is palpable.

Folds of the earth yield.

 

5.

Sun is as a hand,

the veil a humid lifting

exhale of asphalt.

 

Thomas Higgins is a poet living in Philadelphia. Some of his work has appeared in Hyphen, Temple University’s undergraduate literary magazine. As he prepares to attend graduate school, he splits time between two jobs, working both as a barista and as a writer/editor for a promotional marketing publication.